More Than Anything

Grif rolled over. He inhaled deeply, the smell of someone else in his nose. Brown eyes flew open to see a naked chest in front of him.



“Church?”



The blue C.O. grumbled. “Shut the fuck up, Tucker.”



“I’m not Tucker!”



Church opened his eyes sleepily. “Sorry, Grif.”



“It’s okay.”



Grif frowned slightly. Church noticed the slight movement and pressed a shy kiss against Grif’s forehead. “Didn’t mean to insult you.”



“For once.” Grif teased.



“Church! Church!” Caboose called from outside the room.



“Good GOD. Why, every time we’re trying to-“



“Grif? Church?” He was confused now.



Church shouted. “What the fuck do you want?”



Caboose opened the door tentatively. “I made pancakes, Church.”



Grif smiled as Caboose walked in, plate in hand. With a “Oh!” the plate fell from Caboose’s fingers onto the floor.

Church jerked upright, ready to start yelling at the rookie. Grif put one finger on the blue’s lips.



“It’s not his fault.”



“Since when are you Mr. Ethical?” Church grumbled.



“Since I’ve spent three years being yelled at for shit that wasn’t my fault or problem, that’s when.”



Caboose had tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Mister Churchsir!”



Church sighed. “It’s fine, Caboose. Here, I’ll help you clean up.”



Grif smirked as Church crawled over him to go to Caboose, muttering. “Fucking rookie coming in at every goddamn inopportune moment.”



Church bent to lift the syrup soggy pancakes from his floor. “Go get a wet towel or something, alright?”



Caboose, happily not being yelled at, ran to fetch said towel. Church sighed and looked back at Grif. The orange soldier chuckled at the angry pout bending Church’s lips. He leaned off of the bed to gently meet lips. It would have been sweet and romantic, had Grif not then fallen from the bed into Church’s lap. Both men released pained yells, bringing both Caboose and Tucker to the door.



“Don’t you say a damned thing.” Church warned Tucker.



Tucker shrugged, but he had a knowing look on his face. Caboose was instead confused, walking in to clean the floor.



“Get out.” Church demanded when the younger was done.



Grif waited for the door to slam shut. When it didn’t, he grumbled and went to shut it himself. Church made a small questioning noise- his unspoken question was answered when he felt Grif against him. The brunet gripped the other’s shirt, mouth seeking his.



“Grif, wait.”



Church looked over Grif’s confused face. He smiled, but Grif didn’t let go of his frown. Church hesitated only briefly before Grif was pressed on the bed, Church’s weight comfortable over him.



“Church?”



Grif turned his head, allowing Church to attack soft flesh. A feral grin crossed the elder’s face as he held Grif to the bed.



Grif thought he heard gunshots, but decided to ignore them. They might not even have been real, anyway. Much more important was what was happening.



Brown eyes closed blissfully as Church’s hands roamed lower. Now, that had to be a scuffle. Grif almost said something, but Church didn’t seem to care.



“Church!”



That was Tucker. Church hissed against Grif’s stomach angrily, sitting up as the door opened.



“It’s the reds!” was all he said.



“Fuck.” Church looked apologetically down at Grif. “Can you wait here a goddamn minute?”



Grif nodded. Church was off of him and out the door, Tucker following closely. Church was completely and thoroughly pissed. Caboose jumped from his way on top of the base. Church saw only Sarge and Simmons, but he knew Donut was out there somewhere. He heard the private’s voice.



“Fuck off.” Church realized that he had forgotten his rifle.



And his armor.



“Not taking us too seriously, are you?”



Goddamn reds. “Get out of here.”



Tucker watched as Sarge whispered to Simmons. The maroon private began to move towards the back door. Tucker fired. And missed.



“Sir!”



Church saw Donut then. He was leading Grif by the hand, the orange man stumbling as he tried to get out of the grasp.



Church regretted that Grif wasn’t wearing armor- surely he could overpower Donut then.



“FUCK!”



Grif glanced up at Church. “Donut, let me go, damn it.”



“Sarge said to bring you back to base, Grif.” Donut said apologetically.



“Please, Donut.”



That made Donut stop. Grif continued. “C’mon, you of all people should understand.”



“Grif, I’m sorry, but…”



“But fucking what?”



Donut looked at him. “But nothing, I suppose.”



He let go of Grif’s wrist.



“Cupcake, whaddya think you’re doin’?”



Donut sighed. “I’ll be getting hell for this.”



Grif muttered. “Thanks, Donut.”



“Get back in there already.” He chuckled weakly as he turned back towards Sarge.

Church watched the exchange with satisfaction. He watched then as Donut went back to Sarge’s side, ushering the man back to red base.



*





Sarge, once in the safety of his own room, angrily removed his armor. He heard Donut do the same next door before a knock came on the door.



“Come in Donut.” He said gruffly



Donut entered, avoiding Sarge’s gaze as he walked up to him. Sarge was taken by surprise at the feel of a soft hand slapping his face. Donut stepped back, unable to look at his C.O.



“Cupcake?”



“Leave Grif alone.” Donut said softly. He swallowed before saying. “Stop fucking with him, Sarge.”



Sarge chuckled. “Never thought you the violent type.”

Donut saw the look in Sarge’s eyes and backed out the door. Right into Simmons, but Donut was thankful for that. The maroon soldier wasn’t as happy about it, but Donut really didn’t care. He would be staying away from opportunities where he and Sarge would be alone.



*





Grif whispered. “I can’t believe Donut did that.”



Church smiled. “Are you complaining?”



“Of course not.”



Church looked up at the sky, then over at Grif. A grin passed between them, and they went to kiss when a flash startled them.



“Got cha!” Tucker shouted gleefully.



“Tucker?! Where the fuck did you get a camera?”



But the other blue soldier wouldn’t answer through his receding singing as he went back into the base.



The two remaining soldiers looked at each other in embarrassment, making no move to kiss again.



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